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Beauty Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4014 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Final Farewell

Flare-up wept as they slowly lowered Droct’s unrecognizable remains into the hole that the miner mechs had quickly bored into the mountain. Cliffjumper wrapped his arm tighter around her shoulder, his own optics filled with tears.

The other former dancers stood around the burial, as M’ron actually said the eulogy for the garbage mech. T’ran was too overcome with sorrow to manage it. She clung to the side of the big miner mech, her head buried in his chest plate as her chassis shook with quiet sobs.

The other femmes, though hardened by the tough lives spent on the mean streets of the metropolis, also had tears streaming down their faces. But they stood still, unmoving in their salute to the hideous mech that they’d come to know as a friend.

Behind them, the Autobot ranks stood in quiet salute. Though they’d never even met the mech, they felt the sorrow for his passing. For they felt it was truly their fault that he had been off lined. They simply hadn’t gotten there in time. The realization of their failure filled their cores with guilt, their metas with sorrow over the wasted life.

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“So, um, sorry I’m late. But what’s going on?” A younger-sounding mech voice asked.

The group of mourners looked over, shocked at the interruption of this very private ceremony. A young Autobot was strolling up. His white and red paint glistened in the setting star’s rays. His bright red helm and lightness of step, seemed so out-of-place considering the seriousness of the funeral.

Ironhide narrowed his optics at the younger Autobot, he didn’t recognize the mech, but he was outraged at his lack-of-propriety. “Why you little punk, you need to show some respect for the dead,” he growled.

The mystery Autobot seemed to almost waltz over and stared down in the hole without a care in the world. Several Autobots began to mumble threats of discipline under their breaths to each other. Finally, Optimus moved towards the young mech – for he’d had enough.

M’ron got to him first, the outrage bright in his blue/green optics. Picking the Autobot up, he was considering throwing him off the mountain when the young mech said something that totally shocked him.

“M’ron, I know you’re still mad that I won the last poker game. Look, I’m real sorry ‘bout that,” the younger Autobot said, his tone honest.

The big miner mech’s optics got huge! For there was only one mech who had beaten him recently, and only T’ran and Bumblebee knew about it besides him. That was Droct. “Droct?!?!” he stammered in disbelief.

“Well, um, I used to be. But Ratchet gave my spark a new chassis. Do you like it?” the red helmed mech asked. He cocked his helm curiously as he considered the big miner mech.

The big miner crushed him to his chest plates. He couldn’t believe T’ran’s brother was alive. A huge smile washed the sorrow from his face.

As soon as he set the mech down, the femmes and Cliffjumper surrounded him. None of them able to believe that this was really, truly, Droct!!

Optimus strolled up to M’ron, the two big mech’s looking straight into each other’s optics. Holding out his hand, Prime smiled behind his mask as the powerful miner mech met his grasp. “You know, we could offer you an even more lucrative contract than our opposition,” Prime offered.

M’ron slapped him on his shoulder. “Well then, let’s go to my office and have ourselves a little discussion – shall we?”

Nodding his agreement, Optimus and Prowl followed the miner back towards the mines.

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Ironhide shifted his feet a little anxiously as he watched the group of femmes happily talking to the new Autobot. He couldn’t believe how tough those ladies were in battle, yet he’d seen the blue one fearlessly going after Megatron. Damned, was little Cliffjumper so right about them!

Springer and Powerglide came up on either side of him. The green chopper slammed a hand down on his shoulder armor. “Guess we owe Cliffjumper a little apology concerning our disbelief about these femmes in battle, hmmm?” he joked. Though he was dead serious about what he said.

“Sloggers! Did you see how many cons that teal one pegged? She might even equal my incredible talent!” Powerglide whispered, his optics glued on that pretty femme.

“Ya, and they ain’t bad to look at either,” Ironhide drawled; Still in total disbelief over everything.

“You know, those femmes were pretty smart at deciding to snipe. I’m impressed!” Inferno said as he walked up to the group of mechs.

Cliffjumper looked over and saw the four mechs admiring his femme friends. Motioning them to come over, he nodded for the femmes to turn around and introduce themselves.

Offering his hand to the blue femme who’d impressed him so much in battle, Ironhide felt himself blush a little as he introduced himself. He wasn’t used to fighters that were this damned attractive! He hoped he could eventually get to know her a little better.

She studied him with her intense optics, and then a smile broke out on her face. “Nice to meet you Ironhide, my name’s Chromia.”

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Inferno offered his hand to the red femme as he introduced himself. He wasn’t nearly as taken by surprise at their attractiveness as Ironhide was. But the red one seemed to have a very pragmatic and practical view, as he had watched her help organize the ‘funeral’ that really didn’t happen.

The star’s dying rays danced over her pink and red helm as she cocked her head and scanned him with her optics. He was a fairly attractive mech, for a fire truck, that is. And seemed to be a decent type of character… “I’m Firestar, it’ll be good to work with you Inferno.”

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Powerglide scratched his leg nervously as he approached the pretty teal colored femme. He’d seen nothing nearly as pretty as her back on Cybertron, and the fact that she was a hell of a shot – made her even more irresistible. As she turned towards him, he felt himself blush a little bit. “Um, Powerglide at your service, ma-am,” he said as he held out his hand. He was already berating himself for that stupid-sounding introduction. He really had sounded like a total dunce!

She smiled at him, her optics lighting up. “I’m, um, Moonracer. Is your alt mode a flyer?” she asked.

Relief filled him, for he guessed he hadn’t been such a total dunce like he had feared. “Why, yes I am. And I –“

Before he could start bragging, she cut him off. “That’s so cool! Do you think you could give me a lift? I’ve always wanted to fly over these mountains!” Her bubbly personality was contagious.

He promptly transformed and opened his door, more than happy that this gorgeous and cheerful femme wanted HIM to give her a flight.

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The pink femme approached Springer, her optics roving over the handsome mech’s green chassis. “Hi, I’m Arcee,” she said as she extended her hand in introduction.

He grabbed her hand and gave her a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you Arcee, I’m Springer. We were very impressed at your performance back there….”

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They stood, watching the planet that First Aid had called home, fall away into the cosmos. The yellow mech pressed himself tighter against his friend’s new chassis. “So, are you going to miss it?” he asked quietly. He knew he’d asked so much of his bond mate, more than he should’ve ever asked any mech. But still, he was so happy that he’d agreed to stay on with the Autobots, to become a member of this future gestalt team once the others were animated by Vector Sigma.

“I guess I’ll miss it, But with Optimus Prime having made that contract with M’ron – I’ll get to visit don’t ya think?” First Aid said softly. Turning to his bond mate, he pulled the yellow mech into his arms. “And to be with you, is worth everything to me!”

Taking off his face mask, First Aid took Bumblebee’s lips. They kissed passionately, as First Aid’s home planet disappeared from sight. The former garbage mech was more than willing to say his final farewell to his former life.

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